::Chresanto's P.O.V::
"Dad, I wanna go back home" I said as I looked at him, "I don't wanna be here anymore". "You know you can't go back, so I don't even understand why you're telling me this" he stated, "I'm telling you because I miss school, and my friends, and... And Jacob, I miss him the most; and he misses me too". My dad looked at me and shook his head a little, "you can't go back". "Just stop running, dad, the police are going to find you eventually and they'll arrest you an-" "If I'm not on U.S. soil they can't".
I stared at him, "you're not shipping me off to fucking Mexico" I stated, "you're the one that's waist deep in bullshit, not me; I'm not going to Mexico with you". "Where the hell do you think you're going then?" "Home, I'm going home". "The police are still watching the place" "that's not the home I'm talking about" I said before leaving him. I walked outside and climbed the oak tree. I sat on the same limb as before and took a deep breath. "He's not taking me to Mexico" I mumbled, "he can forget that".
::Jacob's P.O.V::
"I'm never watching after you while you're drunk ever again" Ray stated, "yeah, yeah, okay, just get me some more aspirin" I whined, "my head hurts". "I know, this is the tenth time you've complained about it" he grumbled before leaving my room. I rolled over and cuddled up in my blankets, the only thing I remember from last night was Ray yelling at me to shut the fuck up, a pillow being thrown at me, and me talking to Chresanto over the phone.
"Your highness, I got you your damn aspirin" Ray stated, I turned over and looked at him "thank you, Ray" I said as I sat up. I took the aspirin with water and laid back down, "you're okay now, right? There's absolutely nothing else I can do for you?" He asked. I smiled, "no, you can go home now" "uh-uh, we're going downstairs to eat up all your food" Elijah said as he popped his head in the room, "come on, Ray, let's go". I sat there and watched as they left, "wait, wait, don't eat my grapes!" I exclaimed.
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::Chresanto's P.O.V::
I stared up at the ceiling as I laid in my bed, I was completely bored and I still didn't know how I was going to get back home. I turned on my side and closed my eyes. I began to think about Jacob and everything that he said to me yesterday, and how sad he sounded when he said he missed me. I sighed lightly at the thought of him, I wanted to see him again, not just hear from him on the phone.
I suddenly felt my bed shift, "hey" "hi". "I heard about you wanting to go home" Christian stated, "yeah?" "Yeah". "How do you plan on getting home?" "I don't know yet" I answered, I turned over and looked at him. He smiled a little, "you'll think of something" I closed my eyes and said "yeah, I guess", I turned back over.
"Are you going to sleep?" He asked, "no, I'm resting my eyes" he chuckled, "isn't that just considered sleeping?" "I don't know" I answered. It was quiet after that. I eventually found myself dozing off and I suddenly felt someone kiss my cheek, "Christian" I said, I opened my eyes. "I know, I know, sorry" he apologized, I stared at the wall and took a deep breath, "I'll leave now".
I shook my head a little and closed my eyes again. It was crazy how much he still liked me even after I told him about Jacob, and how I loved and missed him. I did like him, just not as much I liked Jacob, I don't really care anymore that he's here and Jacob's not. Jacob had a place in my heart, while Christian was some cute boy that was living in the same house as me.
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I walked down the hall and passed Christian's room, I peered inside and saw he wasn't there. I shrugged a little and walked downstairs, "hey, um, where's Christian?" I asked to his dad. "Went to the lake" he said, "oh, okay" I replied. I walked outside and contemplated if I should go down to the lake and see what he was up to, but I ended up deciding against it and I went to climb the oak tree, I'd just wait until he came back.
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Russian Roulette (Royce)
FanfictionWhen your father's the most feared man on the streets of California, you've only got two things to do. Respect him and pay attention. That's what sixteen year old, Chresanto August has been doing all his life. Being the son of the man whose murdered...